Walking Dead Graphic Novels & Stories

"Hardly! I've already contacted the Captain through our mental bond—he's sending men over as we speak." I grinned at the beta's efficiency. "You're truly an excellent beta; I hope your Alpha recognizes your worth," I complimented him. He beamed, clearly pleased by my words. Suddenly, my nose wrinkled, detecting the unmistakable stench of death. Where was it emanating from? The beta noticed too, his expression turning grim. "Day walkers," he whispered urgently. We tracked the foul odor to the old man's house, where we discovered a couple of Day Walking Vampires siphoning the lifeblood from the unfortunate elder.

“Boys! Speak up!” Reede raised his hand. “I did not see the body, but I heard a rumor from a pack in the south, Crescent Moon. Two werewolves have died, but they couldn’t explain it. Remember the black virus? Similar to it. The body turned gray and the eyes seemed hollow. But here’s a thing, I think they might not die in that mysterious death. There was a stab wound behind their heads. What’s going on, Alpha?” “Not sure yet, but here’s what we should do.” Before I could spread the enhanced image from the drone, there was a knock on the door.

"It's a bit out of the way here, but the peace and quiet make up for it." Mr. Wulfric carried the sketchpad as we strolled along the riverbank. "Heather, look over there." He stood on a rock, pointing at the sunset in the distance. I looked over. Suddenly, everything changed. Several dark figures suddenly burst out of the reeds and lunged forward crazily. I saw their red eyes clearly, the kind belonging to a vampire gone mad with hunger. But they were moving too fast, giving me no time to evade at all.

Leading me, walking together toward the black hole vortex that would take us home. Quite a lot of wolves became victims and some even died. The Lycans only had scrapes on their arms and faces. The medics were ready with their tents in the forest. Food and drinks are also available but I have no appetite. I probably wouldn't be alive if that hybrid found out about Zack. I hope Lucan doesn't know this because he loves to argue and get jealous. Ambulances are already on standby to take the seriously injured to the hospital. Gaping lacerations on their arms, calves, and even scratches on their faces which were hit by their long fingernails.

Even if she had never dreamed of the walking dead, she couldn’t have failed to recognize them for what they were—thanks to the movies and television every teenager in America knew what zombies looked like. These three seemed fresher than the ones she had seen in her dreams, as if they had not been buried very long. Still, the skin of their faces and hands was a ghastly yellowish gray, and patches of it had already decayed away, exposing pockets of white bone of their skulls and hands. The sockets of their eyes seemed to have somehow expanded, revealing far more of their eyeballs than normal. The bulbous eyes were far from pleasant, but nowhere near as disgusting and frightening as the creatu

It was the slow pleasure that turned your limbs molten, the kind that gradually built without you realizing it. Even after I relaxed into the mattress, my thighs falling open as I slipped in and out of sleep, he stayed right there—his tongue slowly working me over. Tasting. Savoring. Worshipping. Ziva and I decided we liked that very much. ~ The weekend passed, and we finally managed to identify all of the people in the photo. They were a mixture of human and werewolf. Three were dead—one in a house fire, one in a hit-and-run, and one during a family camping trip gone tragically wrong. Bear attack, they said.

Not yet. “Look at his eyes,” she said quietly, pointing to the dull, blood-splotched whites. “Still sunken. But not decomposed. Vampires decompose slower than wolves, but there’s always this… grainy texture that appears around the iris when they're truly dead. You see that?" I squinted. And yes, now that she mentioned it, there was something off. Like dust had settled beneath the eyes.

The rescue team saved him, and I brought him back to my place. I sat by the bed and stared at him. The extremely weak Peter woke up dazedly. "W-water…" he muttered. I stood up, picked up a cotton bud, and dipped it in some water. Then, I rubbed it against his lips. He licked up the moisture on his lips as much as he could. "M-more…" I dipped the same cotton bud in the water to hydrate him. He shook his head and got a clear look at my face. "Rye, are you here to look after me?" he asked.

Throughout the entire month, his pictures were repeatedly broadcasted on every TV station in Anchorage Base City. Innumerable people could always be seen standing outside of Lucas’ ward, wanting to have a look at the hero of Anchorage Base City with their own eyes. Unfortunately, there were always four Rank 6 Zombies standing guard outside Lucas’ ward. Rank 6 Zombies had red eyes. Ever since the four zombies had upgraded into Rank 6 Zombies, their appearance improved by a notch as well. This was especially true for Scarlet and Rayne. The tell-tall signs that showed Scarlet and Rayne were zombies were almost gone. In the case of an ordinary person, there was a chance they might not even be ab

My heart stuttered as I turned, searching the shadows for the source. From the darkness, a grisly, gnarled figure stumbled forward. It was twisted and skeletal, its skin shriveled and gray, stretched tight over sharp bones. Its eyes glowed faintly, a sickly yellow that pierced through the dim light. The sight of it made my stomach churn, but I held my ground. “What is that?” I demanded, glancing at the nightwalkers. They didn’t answer. Instead, they shrank back, their expressions a mix of fear and resignation.